Post by Lucy on Nov 26, 2006 18:14:38 GMT 10
enrollment (All post will be in 3rd person, but I like joining this way, so the sample below is in 3rd, but the rest isn't)
Well, my name is Lucy Page. My family call me Luce, but they're the only ones.
I'm 16, as of the 8th of May, 2006.
I'm in year 10.
I tell everyone I want to be an English teacher, but secretly I want to be an author.
registration
I'm tall, about 5 foot ten, though my height is all in my legs. I'm sort of classic looking (very, very celtic), small nose, pale skin (which I'm told is lovely) well shaped lips, stubborn chin inherited from both sides of my family. I have huge feet and long arms, so I'm a good swimmer and love it. I sometimes get a bit hunched over when I'm tired. I have deep blue eyes that tell no secrets. My best feature is my hair. It's a mix of different reds and I've been told it looks like burning gold. I don't think it's true but anyway, it's always getting messy and knotted because it's so thick and wavy. I either wear it out, or in a low ponytail. I have also been told I look exactly like my great grandfather.
Determined, stubborn, very intelligent, shy, appears calm, but is usually nervous, introverted, good sense of humor, talented singer, generally friendly, quiet with strangers, loud with family, short attention span for most things, loves art, reading, music (all types), loves history, perfectionist (but not a neatfreak, more a slob), true romantic (is obsessed with Romeo and Juliet), empethatic, nerd and proud of it, pretends not to care what other people think, but secretly does.
The young girl looked back at her mother's exiting car one last time. She sighed softly. She hated moving schools. This would be her 6th school. She hoped she would be able to last at this one.
Sample Post:
She approached the entrace. She had been enrolled yesterday, so all she had to do was wait. She hated waiting. The gates seemed so daunting, like the entrace to a something... She couldn't think of a simile just then, she was too nervous. Drawing a deep breath, she entered the school grounds...
(sorry, completely museless)
Well, my name is Lucy Page. My family call me Luce, but they're the only ones.
I'm 16, as of the 8th of May, 2006.
I'm in year 10.
I tell everyone I want to be an English teacher, but secretly I want to be an author.
registration
I'm tall, about 5 foot ten, though my height is all in my legs. I'm sort of classic looking (very, very celtic), small nose, pale skin (which I'm told is lovely) well shaped lips, stubborn chin inherited from both sides of my family. I have huge feet and long arms, so I'm a good swimmer and love it. I sometimes get a bit hunched over when I'm tired. I have deep blue eyes that tell no secrets. My best feature is my hair. It's a mix of different reds and I've been told it looks like burning gold. I don't think it's true but anyway, it's always getting messy and knotted because it's so thick and wavy. I either wear it out, or in a low ponytail. I have also been told I look exactly like my great grandfather.
Determined, stubborn, very intelligent, shy, appears calm, but is usually nervous, introverted, good sense of humor, talented singer, generally friendly, quiet with strangers, loud with family, short attention span for most things, loves art, reading, music (all types), loves history, perfectionist (but not a neatfreak, more a slob), true romantic (is obsessed with Romeo and Juliet), empethatic, nerd and proud of it, pretends not to care what other people think, but secretly does.
The young girl looked back at her mother's exiting car one last time. She sighed softly. She hated moving schools. This would be her 6th school. She hoped she would be able to last at this one.
Sample Post:
She approached the entrace. She had been enrolled yesterday, so all she had to do was wait. She hated waiting. The gates seemed so daunting, like the entrace to a something... She couldn't think of a simile just then, she was too nervous. Drawing a deep breath, she entered the school grounds...
(sorry, completely museless)